i adore you.
your photo is my wallpaper on my phone, and everytime i open it, i smile.
every, single, time.
i love you so much, and i want you to know that
im sorry that my parents are nutjobs, and that you have to deal with that
im sorry im a bit psycho sometimes .
Since you have been at this current job though, you’ve changed so much.
i cant pin-point it, but there is something different about you. you arent the same person who i first met.
i thought you were the most beautiful person EVER when i first saw you, in your pale blue jeans, yellow jumper, little copper bob haircut.
i knew as soon as i met you that i wanted to be with you.
Since this job, you never wear any color. you always, without doubt, wear black. black jeans, black top, black jumper, black everything. when i beg, you’ll argue and then try on something else, usually white, then go back to black most of the time.
i HATE it. i hate seeing you in black. im so sick of it. you look so stunning in colours but you avoid tem at all costs. on the rare occasion that you’ll wear your white and red sport polo top, you looks gorgeous. even just tat little bit of extra color makes so much difference.
you act like a totally different person, i dont know how to handle you anymore. you scare me when you get upset or angry. no, not just scared. Terrified. i never know what to do.
you say that you dont know whats going on with yourself at the moment, but you’ve been saying it too long now. you need to learn how to handle yourself better. i cant handle it, and you dont see that, at all.
you come home from work all broody and pissed off, we barely talk through to days we arent together, your mad almost all the time. what do i do??
please, please, go back to who you use to be. i dont like this person that your becoming.
